2. A night with Jordan.
Sequal to my story "My hot pal Ethan", It's a bit long and slow, isn't too action packed. But you'll see the point later on :)
The times I had with Ethan were great, when I could get my way with him, without him knowing. I needed someone who was willing to fulfill my fantasies. There was one guy, an 18 year old German Sheppard named JP. No one knew much about him, he was like me... He kept to himself. But I had my suspicions that he was gay, or at least bi. I saw him looking at a football players ass once. I even saw him taking a photo with his phone of one football player named Danny as he walked out of the locker rooms after football training. His shorts were sweaty from what every they did for training that day. I even asked JP what he was taking pictures for, he denied even taking pictures.
Well one day, at school my friend Ethan introduced me to JP. Apparently they where good friends. I immediately got on JPs good side, and I think he picked up on my homosexuality somehow. Why do I think that? He asked if I wanted to drop by at his house later that day after his Lacrosse game. I accepted his offer, thinking he just needed help with something since Ethan told him how good I was with computers.
It was about 6pm when I went over to his house. He lives on a Farm, and his parents where out of state for the week. When I knocked on his house door, he opened it wearing his sweat-soaked Lacrosse gear. I said, "So... Why are you still in your gear? The game was over a half hour ago." He replied saying, very bluntly "I know you're gay. You know I'm gay." I looked at him in shock, and said "What? What makes you think I'm gay?!". He grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me inside his house and closed the door. Then he said, "I saw you taking pictures of Brian's ass at class last week with a spy cam app on your phone." I looked at him, and sighed. "Was it that obvious?"
He nodded, and continued, "Yes. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I know why you keep it a secret, Ethan's hot as hell, ain't he? And our school isn't the most acceptant of gays."
I nodded knowing he wasn't a threat and replied, "Yeah... So, why did you ask me over, business or pleasure?" I said with an acceptant and happy look. He smiled back and said "I can only assume you're into hot, sweaty jocks. Right? So here I am, a hot sweaty Lacrosse player fresh from an overtime game. What do you want me to do to you?" I loved how blunt he was being about everything. Although it was also alarming, if he could read me THAT well, I can only imagine how many people thought I was gay! Anyways, I smiled at him and told him about all of my fantasies.
When I finished. he smiled back, and before I could say anything, he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. Not with force like he was trying to beat me up. Just to get me on the ground. And before I could get up, he sat on my chest in a school-boy pin fashion and covered my mouth with his sweaty glove. Now, with Lacrosse and Hockey players, a glove to the face is called "Facewashing". This is used to either piss off other players, or daze them because their gloves almost smell worse than their armpits. And sure enough, when he did it to me I was dazed.
At this point, I didn't give a shit if he really was gay, or pretending to be gay. All I knew was he was doing everything I said I liked! After a while of him sitting on my chest, I could feel the sweat from his shorts soaking though my shirt. He didn't crush me though, he only weighed 162lbs, about my size. After about 10 minutes of him sitting on my chest and holding his sweaty glove in my face, he stood up and helped me to my feet. There was a mirror in front of me, so I could see my shirt. There was a wet spot the size and shape as his ass on my shirt! That really aroused me! And he saw this, telling me he had extra pads he could wear if he gave me his sweaty ones.
So he striped down to his compressions cloths, a light-blue pair of Underarmour compression shorts and a matching long-sleeve compression shirt. His shorts where completely soaked on his butt and the back of his legs and his tail was visibly damp, his front was fairly dry, a few wet spots from sweat. His shirt was soaked around the collar, all the way down the center of his back and all around his armpits. The most sweat I have ever seen on a high schooler before.
My jaw dropped, and he told me "Strip down to your underwear and put this gear on, I got dry compression gear if you want it." I said no thanks to the compression gear, and put his sweaty gear on and he went to his room to get his spare gear. The gear he gave me smelled so good! I don't mean good like a BBQ steak, I mean a good, strong smell of body odor and gear rot! Gear rot is just the smell of athletic gear after a few games without being washed. I think this gear when though a few games since it's last washing!
When he came back, I was surprised. Not at his look, he just had his alt colors on and this spare pads, but these pads smelled worse than the ones he gave me! I asked him about it, and he said he wears the pads he gave me to "Home" games, and the pads he had on then to "Away" games. So they smelled equally as bad! After he explained that to me, he grabbed my snout with his smelly glove, and pulled me to his bedroom. When we got there, he threw me on the ground with force, and jumped on top of me. He again pinned me down, but this time he had me on my stomach and he was facing the other way, so his tail was over my head.
He said "I bet you've been waiting for this part!" and slid back so he was sitting on my snout with his full weight. He wiggled around, rubbing his weight in my face and making me smell different parts of his shorts. After a while I felt the sweat from his compression shorts soak through his lacrosse shorts and on my face. He sat on me for a few minutes.
At this point it was getting late, and he knew I had to get home. So he helped me up, but as I was on my knees, he shoved my nose into his ass and ripped a HUGE fart!! I swear his fart lasted 3 seconds, but it turns out it was 5 seconds! And oh my god, I will NEVER forget the eye-watering stench! I fell back to the floor, grabbed my nose and rolled around moaning, both in agony and joy! That sudden massive fart stunned and disorientated me so I was on the ground for a few minutes and he changed into his casual cloths. When he got back, he helped me to me feet, and helped me get out of the gear. I got dressed, and he said "Come back tomorrow around 4:00. We'll have a load of fun."
To be continued...